He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder. I rather want them. There were white men with families, a fine mission-house, and a club-house for cards and billiards. It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their simplicity. Wood. She had money of her own—much more than I have—and there was no need to squabble about that.
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